Lisbon: [on the phone with Jane] Hey. So, you might be right about this case. Might be. Thanks for the insight. (listens to what Jane says) No, did I say that? (listens to what he says) I'm acknowledging the fact that you might be right, that's all. I mean, if you wanted to come back, I couldn't stop you! (istens to what he says) Yeah, fine, I'm asking you to come back! (istens to what he says) Because (istens to what he says) Because you're useful to the team! (istens to what he says) No! No, I won't say "please". Go screw yourself. [Lisbon hangs up] Jackass.

Grace: Okay do you want this desk or that one over there? I mean that one gets more light so...

Patrick: More light, definately!

Theresa: (looks up and says sarcastically) Oh Hi. When did you get here?

Theresa: You okay? (as Patrick smiles weakly) Get some sleep, Okay? (Patrick ignores this order and works through the night and is still working when Rigsby and Grace walk in the door, Theresa folling after) You didn't sleep did you? (Patrick sluprps his soda in reply then stares as Theresa makes a call) Hi, I'd like to make an appointment with Dr. Wagner please! It's urgent! (istens to what is said) Jane, Patrick Jane. (istens to what is said) Yeah, I'll hold! (smiles evilly at Patricks mournful face)

Theresa: Don't even start! I'm still angry!

Patrick: I'm sorry!

Theresa: No you're not! (Patrick places an origami frog on her desk and walks away) A frog? This makes everything better doesn't it?! (gasps as the frog jumps at her and turns to smile at Patrick but turns away when he smiles at her)

Dr. Linus Wagner: Why is it you can't sleep?

Jane: Because I can't get the good pills without talking to a doctor.

Dr. Linus Wagner: You don't like talking to a doctor?

Jane: They always want to be the smartest person in the room, don't they? When in fact, that's me, obviously.

Jane: Be reasonable. This is my case.

Lisbon: Your case?

Jane: Red John's mine.

Lisbon: Red John doesn't belong to anyone.

[Long pause, everybody except Lisbon and Jane go into the house]

Jane: He belongs to me.

[Reading note slid under Jane's hotel room door]

Red John's Note: Greetings old friend, it's been a while. I hope you are keeping well. I am thriving and happy. I have 12 wives now and will soon begin courting number 13. Why can't you catch me? You must feel so powerless and stupid and sad. Oh well. All the best. Red John.

Grace: Mr. Jane, I have a question regarding your previous career path.

Jane: Fire away.

Grace: When you met with other psychics, real psychics, could they tell you were just pretending?

Grace: No, no, he's entitled to his opinion. He's wrong, though. She has power. She can communicate with the other side. I've seen her do it myself.

Jane: She let you speak with someone that's gone, someone that you love and still miss very much. You wanted her power to be real so it was.

Rigsby: You're so sure you're right. Science doesn't know everything.

Grace: Five hundred years ago, radio would have seemed like magic. Five hundred years in the future, it could be totally normal to communicate with the other side.

Jane: The other side?...There is no other side…

[Jane discusses Red John on a television show and returns home that evening, five years ago, and finds a note]

Red John's Note: Dear mister Jane, I don't like to be slandered in the media, especially by a dirty money-grubbing fraud. If you were a real psychic, instead of a dishonest little worm, you wouldn't need to open the door to see what I've done to your lovely wife and child.

[Jane opens the door to find a red smiling face painted on the wall....]

Mrs. Tolliver: I don't understand. You're psychic?

Jane: No, just paying attention. I used to make a good living pretending to be a psychic. I tell you this because I want you to understand there's no point hiding things from me.

Cho: Mister Randolph - rest assured, there is no reason to persecute you. We scumbags are holding your brother because we have physical evidence linking him to the crime and potential motive in that he states that whenever you weren't around, he was banging your wife like a big bass drum.

[Lisbon walks in just after a wife shoots her husband for murdering their daughter while Jane was alone with them]

Jane: I made a booking for two for this afternoon. Could you put us on the terrace? It's more romantic. Thanks... Yeah, Patrick... Lovely. See you then. [To Lisbon] Don't fret, I wouldn't seduce you over a meal. That'd be very sophomoric.

Lisbon: I didn't think you were trying to seduce me.

Jane: Come on, how could that thought not have entered your head?

[Lisbon stares speechlessly at Jane]

Jane: Your denial that it did intrigues me.

Lisbon: Bite me.

[Talking about Raquel]

Lisbon: That was funny, the way she gave him up so easily like that?

Jane: Yeah, it was. But you were right, huh? Secret lover. Guess I was wrong about the whole red-hair-and-duct-tape thing.

Lisbon: You hypnotized her, didn't you?

Jane: I certainly did not. [Lisbon just stares at him] Okay, no. Yes, I did hypnotize her, but--

Lisbon: But nothing. It's unprofessional and it's illegal. It's totally out of bounds.

Cho:That's what I told him.

Jane: I was gonna say you had nothing to do with it, but hey.

Lisbon: [Cho]if you allow him to pull that stuff again, and you'll be showing visitors around the statehouse in a stupid hat.

[staring into Raquel's eyes]

Jane: Raquel, look at me. Before you fall asleep tonight while you're lying in your bed relaxing and slowly drifting off into sleep... I want you to think of me. Think of me and imagine that you can fly. Imagine that you're weightless. You can float gently into the air if you want to. Safe, and calm, and serene. You can fly away and leave all your burdens and worries and fears behind you. [pauses] Imagine that. What a nice feeling it is. Next time you see me, [taps Raquel gently on the knee] when I say hello you'll remember that good feeling and you will want to tell me the truth. Because when you do tell the truth, you feel that a heavy weight has been lifted from your shoulders. I'll say hello and you will feel as light as a feather... as if you are floating on air. [leans back with a smile on face] Why don't you sit here a moment and think about that before you go back to work?

Jane: Well, if you try. I mean, come on. That was pretty funny. Strange though. I was sure the Chef would bite. I mean, there's still a chance he could show up.

Lisbon: The chef? Malcolm? Why do you think it's him?

Jane: He uses way too much butter.

Lisbon: Say--?

Jane: He's a gluttonous baby. He's self indulgent. He wants what he wants and takes it.

Lisbon: Too much butter.

Jane: Yeah.

Lisbon: It's fascinating, the way your mind works.

Jane: I've a daughter that would be about your age if I hadn't caused her death... her and her mother.

Frankie O'Keefe: How?

Jane: Out of arrogance... stupidity. I made an evil man very angry and he killed them to teach me a lesson. To make me sorry for what I've done... and I am sorry. Being sorry is far worse punishment than being dead, everybody dies... very few people ever feel truly sorry for the bad things they've done.

Jane: No such thing as psychic powers.

Sheriff McAllister: So what is it you do exactly?

Jane: You know rock paper scissors?

Sheriff McAllister: I do.

Jane: Play me. On three; one, two, three.

[Jane wins six consecutive games]

Grace: I don't get it. She actually enjoyed helping him kill. One crazy, evil person I understand, but two? Husband and wife? Marriage is suppose to be a sacred, loving thing.

Jane: Yeah, they were soulmates in their strange own way.

[talking about the relationship between Melanie and Hector]

Hector Ramirez: What we had... was special.

Jane: You made her feel like a captured princess instead of a small town choir nerd. And she made you feel like a dashing pirate instead of what you are... sort of a bad-tempered pharmacist.

Lisbon: My father was a good man, just like you are. And after my mother died... he was a self-pitying drunk, just like you are. He killed himself. Damn near killed me and my brothers too. Get some help. Your kids deserve it. So do you.

Philip Handler: I guess, uh, you must be bad cop.

Lisbon: I try.

[After Jane was hit by Dane Kurtik]

Minelli: You couldn't just give Kurtik a stern talking to instead?

Lisbon: What about Christine Tanner, sir? If Kurtik was having sex with her, that gives him motive to kill.

Minelli: If! And that's a hunch. Based on rockabilly.

Lisbon: It's a Jane hunch, you keep him around for a reason.

Dane Kurtik: I never touched Christine Tanner.

Jane: Liar.

Dane Kurtik: Believe me, when I tell you that you just now made the worst mistake of your miserable little life.

Jane: Believe me, no matter how this turns out, I've made worse mistakes.

[Lisbon and Jane are interviewing a suspect]

Jane: See, the thing is, Flip, Lisbon here is looking at you like you're a pork chop, because you fit the profile. Your life is in chaos, you're lonely, you're depressed, you're addicted to drugs and pornography and a little nuts, to be honest. You're exactly the kind of man that does terrible things to women. But I don't think you did this.

Rulon Farnes: So I gotta pay for a little human contact now and then. Shoot me. It's not my fault I look like this.

Cho: It is actually. With a low-carb diet and exercise you could look very different.

[A girl has gone missing and Jane is addressing the people in the search party]

Jane: I want you to look at me, all of you. And listen closely. I'd like you to raise your hand above you heads like this. [He raises his hands and the others do the same] Both hands. You too, sheriff. And you, agent Lisbon. Please. [The sheriff and Lisbon both raise their hands, too] Good. Very good. One of you-- One of you here killed Kara Palmer and abducted Nicole Gilbert. I want that person to lower their right hand now. [Jane lowers his right hand but no one else does] Okay, okay. It usually gets a hit. Forget I even spoke.

Jane: Tell me, of the men on this search party, which one would you guess is a violent sexual predator?

Matt Etienne: The Casino's on the Nevada side of the resort and offers full-service gaming. We recently spent ten million upgrading the facilities to improve the experience.

Jane: They use the same techniques in state-of-the-art animal husbandry to make cows and sheep feel more comfortable.

Matt Etienne: Really?

Jane: Dim lights, soft music, a maze of passages that lead you back to the pens, or in this case the slots.

Matt Etienne: Don't hold back. Speak your mind.

Jane: There's no clocks or windows anywhere, so there's no passage of time. Low priced alcohol is poured down you by attractive young women. Oxygen is pumped into the place to make you stay awake and the constant symphony of bells and sirens that make it seem like someone's winning all the time.

Matt Etienne: But someone is always winning. You see, our machines are carefully designed to let every gambler have a taste of victory. Just enough to keep them pumping their money into the machines and on to the table. So what's your point?

Jane: Oh, no point. I love it.

[A severed hand has been found on a road]

Rigsby: No. We're gonna be talking to the hand for a long while.

Jane: Why so glum? A case is a case.

Rigsby: We're in the middle of nowhere. Windy as all hell. I haven't eaten anything. Dismemberments are a bitch. Spend months assembling the victim, there's always a piece missing.

Jane: There's already plenty to work with right here.

Grace: It's a right hand with the number 43 on it.

Jane: [To Jessica Meier] Your father died protecting you. So in the end he-- he was there for you.

Daniel: That last hand. How did you do that?

Jane: Oh, I cheated.

Daniel: But how?

Jane: Next time we play, I'll show you.

[Daniel has confessed to killing his father-in-law]

Lisbon: Did your wife have anything to do with this?

Daniel: No. No. She had nothing to do with this. And the idiot never suspected it was me. How's that for denial? How did you know it was me?

Jane: Well, when we first met, you were more concerned about the college football scores than you were your father-in-law's murder.

Daniel: So?

Jane: So when you're searching for a killer, the degenerate gambler in the room is a good person to look at.

Daniel: I'm not degenerate. I'm a professional. I'm just having a streak of bad luck.

Jane: We've never discussed this because I thought it went without saying, but when I catch Red John, I'm gonna cut him open and watch him die slowly like he did with my wife and child. [Lisbon just stares at him quietly] If you have a problem with that, we should talk.

Lisbon: Then let's talk. Because when we catch Red John, we are gonna take him into custody and he's gonna be tried in a court of law.

Jane: Not if I'm still breathing.

Lisbon: If you try and do violence to him, I will try and stop you. If you succeed in doing violence to him, I will arrest you.

Jane: I understand.

Lisbon: I hope so.

Jane: Well, I'm glad we talked. I had no idea you were so bourgeois and conventional on the issue.

[Talking about releasing Ben Machado from custody]

Jane: If he's here, how is the killer gonna get to him?

Lisbon: He could be the killer. Even if he's not, we don't want the killer to get him.

Jane: Yes, we do. Machado is our bait. He's our tethered goat.

Lisbon: And too bad if the bait gets killed?

Jane: Well, yes. That's why you use goats and not babies or virgins for that matter.

Jane: Well, if shes is guilty, then we need to catch her and punish her, but she's not.

Lisbon: Jane, I know I said I wouldn't ask, but I'm asking. Who is this woman? What's the connection?

Jane: You don't wanna know.

Jane: Yeah, I went through a rough patch. Did a little time in a hospital. Sophie helped me through that time.

Lisbon: It's not on your record.

Jane: No. Believe me, I...it's not easy to do. I know there's nothing shameful about having a breakdown, but I gotta confess, I am ashamed of it.

Lisbon: Thank you for being so honest with me.

Jane: Sorry I kept it from you.

Lisbon: Seriously, I've stuck my stupid neck out for you for the umpteenth time. I think I deserve the truth. Why is Sophie Miller so important to you?

Jane: She was my doctor.

Lisbon: She's a psychiatrist.

Jane: Yes. She was my psychiatrist.

Lisbon: But you hate psychiatrists. So you always say.

Jane: She was a good psychiatrist.

Lisbon: She must have been, if she managed to keep you in the room.

Jane: It was a locked room.

Lisbon: [pauses] Oh.

Jane: You don't like the way I drive, you despise it.

Lisbon: You drive way too fast.

Jane: I drive just fast enough. You hate not being the one in control and yet you're willing to overcome your irrational fears to cheer me up. That's a beautiful thing, Lisbon. Thank you, I'd love to drive.

Lisbon: Never mind.

Lisbon: Aw. Jane kissed a girl.

Jane: What? Yeah on the cheek.

Lisbon: Still counts.

Lisbon: We have agents at your house right now with a search warrant.

Chancellor Stern: Inadmissible.

Lisbon: Yes. I'd hate to be a State's Attorney. Jane's always pulling crap like this on them but they always win.

Jane: Let's keep it casual to start with Sophie. Let her relax. If she gets her guard up, we'll get nothing from her.

Lisbon: You're very combative all of a sudden.

Jane: Yeah, if she is guilty, she lied to me and I believed it. She fooled me.

Lisbon: The ultimate sin.

Jane: Yes it is.

Jane: The widow's not a true blonde. She's naturally dark.

Lisbon: And what?

Jane: And her hair's colored and styled to look like Sophie, only younger. She was a brunette when I knew her.

Lisbon: So Nelson was a control freak like you said.

Jane: A control freak with a serious thing for getting his women to dye their hair blonde.

Minelli: Gardner Renfrew is a player in this town. You can't go to his house and screw around with him.

Jane: Why not? It's a free country.

Muriel Renfrew: [to Jane] Poor George dropped dead after the murder. Broke his heart, people said. George didn't really have a heart, in that sense. He died of embarrassment. A Renfrew in the pokey for murder. Quelle horreur.

Lisbon: Minelli wants me to keep a watch on you.

Jane: What are you going to do?

Lisbon: I'm not going to follow you around. Let's compromise. When you get into trouble, call me first so I can try and minimize the damage.

Lisbon: [to Jane] Just do me the favor of listening to me for a minute, so I can say "I told you so" later.

Jane: The law's the law. My desire for revenge doesn't outweigh the rules. I have to accept that.

Minelli: I'm glad you understand.

Jane: Thanks for your time.

[Jane exits]

Minelli: He's lying through his teeth, isn't he?

Lisbon: Yes.

Jared Renfrew: [to Jane] Your wife...Red John painted her toenails. Yes. Painted them with her own blood...the police didn't make that public, did they? She's the only instance he did that, huh? A touch of elegance for you alone.

Jared Renfrew: Red John is the friend of a friend of mine.

Jane: What is this friend's name?

Jared Renfrew: His name is get me out of here and I'll tell you that and much more. I'll sing like a bird.

Cho: No, of course not. But, I mean if dark forces did exist, stands to reason that there could be people who control them for their own ends.

Jane: They're called investment bankers.

Lisbon: [to Tamzin] Unfortunately it seems that one of your friends helped your magic along with a blunt instrument. In which case, you're as unmagically guilty as they are.

Coach Dieter: I chose to resign.

Rigsby: With a promise to take anger management class.

Coach Dieter: Forty-six hours worth. Bored the rage right out of me.

Rigsby: [holding a bag of carrots] What is this?

Grace: That is healthy and nutritious snacking.

Rigsby: I'm gonna die.

Grace: Well, I'm tired of the car smelling like fast food!

Rigsby: Seriously. I'm allergic to carrots! I just...(pretends to go into anephalactic shock)

Grace: Rigsby? Rigsby? Rig...Hey isn't that Cody's little brother?

Rigsby: (forgets his lie about being allergic to carrots and shoves a couple in his mouth)

Jane: [while talking to Cody's parents] I have a question. It's always bothered me. Why do they call it football? People don't really use their feet much, do they?

Cho: Look, a goat. Goats are signs of Satan.

Lisbon: So petting zoos are, like, gateways to hell?

Cho: Pretty much.

Tamzin Dove: If a friend of mine had done this, they wouldn't have pointed the police right to me with a pentacle and flame. No, Cody's murder was staged to look like wicca. Any fool in this town would think of it. It's obvious misdirection. There's a witch in town. Duh.

Jane: A witch that put a killing spell on the boy in question.

Tamzin Dove: Exactly. It's perfect.

Mrs. Elkins: How can you be so cold?

Jane: Practice.

Lisbon: [To Grace on the phone] Things are getting weird, we're off to see a witch.

Fricke: You sound like my mom. Um, it's more of a total lifestyle kind of thing, you know. I practice my art, of course. That's my passion. But I teach and I blog, also. Conduct seminars, workshops, that sort of thing.

Cho: Why are you asking? You're not trying to set me up with somebody, are you?

[Rigsby is looking at a lipstick which is part of the evidence]

Cho: If you're thinking of trying that on, don't. Not your shade.

Rigsby: Poison and a message in lipstick says this murder was done by a woman. Women have no secrets from other women.

Jane: Well, unless it was a cunning man posing as a woman.

Rigsby: What you think?

Jane: No.

Cho: Judge's clerk says we won't get a search warrant for Scarlett's safe until tomorrow morning, then we'll go in and tear the place apart. [Rigsby gives him a look to remind him that Asra is present] Oh, sorry.

Jane: This blind thing really works. Without my vision, I can tune into my other senses much more clearly.

Lisbon: That's great. Let me go make you a superhero costume. What do you want to be called?

[Jane puts his hand on her shoulder, and feels up the side of her neck]

Lisbon: What are you doing?

Jane: I wanna know what your face feels like when you’re smiling.

Jane: I’m still convinced there’s a connection between Medina and me, so before you make me that superhero costume I’m looking forward to, could you take me to visit with his widow?

Lisbon: Maybe.

Jane: Thank you. And incidentally, you’re smelling particularly good today. [Lisbon rolls her eyes and walks away] Is that cinnamon in the mix there somewhere? Lisbon? [He reaches out to see if she’s still there]

Jane: But first, could someone please make me a cup of tea?

[Lisbon, Cho and Van Pelt all get up and walk away]

Jane: Is that a yes? [Sniffs a few times] Rigsby.

Dan Hollenbeck: I didn't know you were from Iowa. Famous potatoes, right?

Lisbon: He needs to go to a hospital. He has to go if you order him to.

Minelli: I could, but someone did try to kill him, remember? We can protect him better here. At less expense.

Jane: Thanks, Virgil.

Minelli: Okay. But this is a favor. If you die in this department, I'm responsible. I do all the paperwork. In fact if he does die for whatever reason, move him to a public area, would you? I'd be very grateful.

Jane: I hope he's smiling.

Jane: Holding something of James' would help me pick up a feel for him. Get a sense of his being.

Mrs. Medina: Okay. Excuse me. [She leaves the room]

Jane: Thank you.

Lisbon: "Sense of his being"? What are you playing at?

Jane: Just go with it. I have to practice this touchy-feely stuff. It's been a while.

Lisbon: You're not gonna be blind forever.

Jane: No, right. Because bad stuff like this doesn't happen nearly as often as people think it does.

Rigsby: Given that the girl he dragged in is not actually a bag of spuds like he says, then yeah.

Jane: It's not lying if he believes it.

Rigsby: True.

Cho: Yeah, you took down a 100-pound woman. Put in that context, you did good.

Rigsby: What do you mean, in that context?

Lisbon: In the context of someone letting himself get hypnotized, nearly throwing his colleague off a building and then finally being able to overpower a small, crazy woman to retrieve the situation, you did good.

Lisbon: We better go pick up Daniel.

Jane: If we walk, you can burn some case-closed pizza calories.

Lisbon: Ha, ha. Cute.

Rigsby: Oh, I've been hypnotized, have I? You gonna make me do embarrassing things? Pretend I'm Tina Turner or something?

Jane: You wanna be like Tina Turner?

Lisbon: Carl is still our prime suspect in this. We can't use him a bait.

Jane: Well, as long as we don't lose him or break him, then what's the problem?

Jane: Deeply hypnotized subjects are very suggestible and have very little inhibition. Rigsby, do me a favor. Close your eyes. Please. [Rigsby closes his eyes] Now, relax. Don't tell me, but think about it. Think about what you most wanna be doing right now. You can do anything you like in the whole world. What are you gonna do? I want you to open your eyes and do it.

[Rigsby opens his eyes, gets up and kisses Grace]

Jane: Oh, yeah. That's what I'm talking about.

Cho: Huh.

Lisbon: Okay, he's hypnotized.

Jane: Hypnosis is just a way to connect to the imagination rather than the conscious mind. The mind will accept whatever the imagination creates, however bizarre.

Lisbon: Hypnotism is what you use against my explicit orders to get witnesses to tell the truth. It's a little different than convincing somebody that a dead girl is a sack of vegetables.

Jane: Different in scale.

[Talking about Carl Resnik who's been hypnotized]

Jane: He's all soft and squishy and malleable.

Lisbon: Well, can you fix him? Lift the trance, make him remember what happened?

Jane: I could try but without knowing the trigger it would be like you and me playing Marco Polo in the Atlantic. Take forever and you get all pruny. Easier just to find the hypnotist and ask him.

[Rigsby pretends that he doesn't remember kissing Grace when he was hypnotized]

Jane: Coward.

Rigsby: What?

Jane: You honestly don't remember it?

Rigsby: Don't remember what?

Cho: He remembers.

Lisbon: He so remembers.

Rigsby: What?

Jane: It'll come to you.

Dr. Daniel: You're ambitious, more than you let anyone see. A girl from nowheresville, desperate to make it big, but you're worried that you'll always be smalltown, smalltime, you haven't got what it takes, and that's why you're so shut down to everything but this job.

Grace: Dr. Daniel, no offense, but I've been working with Patrick Jane for nine months now. You wanna get under my skin, you're gonna have to up your game.

Jane: You really think that I would forget your birthday present? [Lisbon nods] It's on its way.

Lisbon: Yeah, right.

Jane: Little grumpy because daddy didn't buy you a pony?

Jane: Look at it this way. We've closed yet another case.

Lisbon: Toying with mafia bosses is no way to close cases, it's stupid.

Jane: Meh. You just trying to find fault. And I know why.

Lisbon: Oh, really?

Jane: You're still a little grumpy about the birthday present thing.

Lisbon: Will you leave that alone?

Jane: Unbelievable. You've got no reason to be grumpy anymore. [He puts a red bow on Lisbon's office door. She opens the door and finds a pony standing in her office. Lisbon smiles and is lost for words]

Lisbon: Nah. We would have had to let her go on the murder charge anyway. Nothing to keep her on until we get proof. Besides, this is a simple plan. It's when you start getting costumes and props that I get nervous.

[Jane and Cho are arresting Brooke Harper]

Jane: My friend Cho here will now take you by the wrist so as not to let you escape us again.

Jane: Yes, this is also the key to a locker that holds ten million dollars.

Brooke Harper: Really? I thought it was for cigars. I love a good cigar.

Jane: Nope. Ten million dollars.

Brooke Harper: But that's just silly. Why would Jim keep ten million dollars in a locker?

Jane: [To Cho] She's good.

Cho: Yeah, she is.

Brooke Harper: How did you find me?

Jane: Well, let's make a deal. I'll tell you how we found you if you tell us who you are.

Brooke Harper: Okay. [With a British accent] My name is Angela Dalibar and I'm from Birmingham, England by way of Hong Kong. How did you find me?

Jane: I planted a GPS tracking device on you. Outstanding technology. No bigger than a stick of gum.

Cho: Tell us more about yourself Angela. How long have you been a professional con woman?

Brooke Harper: All my life, I suppose. [She drops the British accent] And I confess, my name's not really Angela.

Jane: And I didn't plant a GPS tracking device on you.

Rick Bregman: Six months of living in that chair. Six months and no one ever questioned me about it. Why did you?

Jane: Whenever I meet someone in a wheelchair I check the bottoms of their shoes. The bottoms of your shoes were scuffed. I've been checking shoes for years. This is the first time it's ever paid off. First time. That's gratifying, man. Very, very gratifying.

Lisbon: Ah, he's a pistol, isn't he?

Brooke Harper: See you around, Patrick.

Agent Hayes: I'll doubt you'll be seeing much of anybody for a few years.

Jane: Uh, I don't know about that, agent Hayes. She's very good at what she does.

Jane: That urge you have to get one over on people, the need to be smarter than the next guy? It'll keep biting you on the ass.

Brooke Harper: So my butt'll hurt occasionally. I'll still be smarter than the next guy.

Lisbon: Chewing-gum plays. I can already see my hair with a big chunk out of it.

Jane: You'd look good with short hair. Choppy, all kind of Peter Pan. Good for the eyes.

Lisbon: Train station. It had to be a train station.

Jane: What's wrong with a train station?

Lisbon: People, noise, tunnels, trains. More people.

Jane: Make much money, playing the keyboards?

Keith Gulbrand: No, but I'm not in it for the money. You know, music is a...it's a spiritual thing.

Jane: Yeah, it is. So is money. Everything that exists has a spiritual essence. Or not at all.

Jane: When was the last time you saw a doctor's handwriting you could read?

Lisbon: So she's precise. Is that what you're implying?

Jane: Yes, and the possibility that Dr. Brooke Harper is not a doctor.

Lisbon: Because she has penmanship skills?

Jane: And she doesn't have that cold, creepy, doctor-y vibe they all have.

Jane: Well, it's an actual fact that you dislike Mr. MacLean here because he's a tree-hugging, liberal wacko who's probably running some kind of a cult. And he dislikes you because you're a small-minded, provincial hayseed. Not that you are necessarily. That's just what he thinks.

Jane: Do you always follow your husband's lead? Do you never struggle against his desire to control?

Mr. Plaskett: Excuse me?

Jane: Just because you drink too much doesn't mean you don't have a say. I should think he's at least half the reason you drink in the first place. Yeah? A good man, but cold, pious.

Mr. Plaskett: You know, possession of that badge does not excuse you from acting with human decency.

[Jane is interrogating a suspect]

Jane: Please understand something. I have a very personal interest in this case. I'll do whatever it takes. I will have you framed for murder. I will torture you, I will kill you myself if I have to.

[Lisbon and Minelli are listening on the other side of the glass]

Minelli: Geez, Lisbon. Come on, this is on tape. Control your man there.

Lisbon: Cut him some slack. Look, he's just playing the guy. He doesn't mean it.

Minelli: Doesn't he? You know what Red John does to him. He can't think straight. He would do all that he said and more if you let him.

Lisbon: I won't let him.

Jane: If we catch Red John, he's not walking anywhere. He's mine.

Lisbon: Don't talk like that. I can't let you anywhere near this case if you start talking crazy like that.

Jane: Crazy? You're crazy if you think you're gonna stop me. Red John is mine. You try to stand in my way and you will regret it.

Lisbon: Are you threatening me?

Jane: No, I'm just saying that if you stand in my way you--

Lisbon: [interrupting] I've had it with your egotistical crap. This isn't about justice or the law. This is about you and your wounded pride. I'm done with it. Judge Tahoe, 288 Wispering lane? (goes to walk away) If he JayWalks...shoot him!

Lisbon: We still have Hardy, okay? He's gonna tell us what we need to know.

Jane: Oh, you think so? You should have waited. We agreed on that.

Lisbon: What if Hardy had killed you right here?

Jane: He would have led you straight to Red John.

Lisbon: You'd be dead.

Jane: But you would have Red John.

Lisbon: I don't think you mean what you say. I think you'd choose life.

Jane: Well, you think wrong.

Lisbon: No. No, you think wrong. Can't you see there's people who care about you? Who need you? You're being selfish and childish and I want you to stop it.

Jane: I wish that I could, but, you know, some things you just can't fix.

Jane: Well, I'm not gonna lie. I'm not happy I'm off the Red John case. You might be right. Here's the thing Sam, if I may. I know this case. I can be a very good resource for you if we could just come to some kind of understanding.

Bosco: You want me to keep you up-to-date on the case?

Jane: Yeah... sure.

Bosco: Tell you about fresh leads and so?

Jane: Yeah, let's just keep an open line of communication.

Bosco: Let me communicate this to you. You're a party entertainer. A clown. Fresh leads? I wouldn't tell you where the bathroom is if your ass was on fire.

Jane: [laughs]

Bosco: Do we have a good understanding now?

Jane: I understand you. It may take you some time to understand me.

Bosco: You're filled with equal parts of self-loathing and self-love. You're addicted to control, you're terrified of confinement. Your wife wanted you to quit psychic trade. She begged you to stop. But you were making too much money, you were having too much fun, you can still hear her pleading with you. How am I doing?

Jane: You read the interviews in my case file. You can read. Very impressive.

Bosco: Look, Patrick. I'm sorry for being so blunt with you. You're not a detective. You're a victim. (leaves)

Jane: Rigsby, you're right. You shouldn't be here. Let us take this. You go find the nearest library.

Rigsby: Why?

Jane: Your punishment for being a wuss is I'm not gonna tell you.

Rigsby: Oh, come on.

Jane: Nope, I'm not gonna tell you.

Jane: You're glad Bosco has the Red John case, aren't you?

Lisbon: Bosco is a good agent. He's as good as they come. It might not be such a bad thing that we're off the case for a while. We got too close.

Jane: Is that what your shrink tells you?

Lisbon: Everybody tells me that.

Jane: But your shrink did tell you that, didn't he?

Lisbon: Who's Miles Thorsen?

Jane: No one in particular.

Lisbon: This is what I'm talking about.

Jane: Oh. No, me too. You want no fuss, no mess, right? I am casting a wide, invisible net, the killer won't even know he's in it until it's too late.

Lisbon: Miles Thorsen is an invisible net?

Jane: Yes, he is.

Lisbon: No secrets, Jane. No lies, no tricks, no surprises. The truth.

Jane: Since when is that the rule?

Lisbon: Since I said so.

Jane: Or else what?

Lisbon: You're off the unit.

Jane: That's not leverage. This is my last case, remember. The only reason I'm still here is because I'm worried about how you guys would cope without me.

Lisbon: Oh, really? So we're lost without you, are we?

Jane: Well, yeah. Let's be honest here.

[Lisbon slams the car door shut right in front of Jane and gets in with Rigsby and Grace]

Lisbon: Let's go!

Lisbon: You're leaving?

Jane: Well, frankly if I can't use this job to seek some kind of personal revenge then, uh, there's not a whole lot here for me. I don't make anything better. I can't bring dead people back to life. What good do we do? We drive around California visiting unhappy people.

Lisbon: [Crying] I can count on you not to tell anybody about this, right? On the team?

Jane: Oh, Lisbon, hey.

Lisbon: Jane, I just need you to leave, okay? Could you please go.

Jane: All right. It's...it's gonna be okay. It's gonna be fine, all right? I promise.

Lisbon: I've got six open cases. I'm testifying in two more. I don't have time...

Dr.Carmen: [interrupting] It's not as if you have anything to talk about. (Starts reading her file) Mom dead when you were 12. Three younger brothers. Abusive, alcoholic dad. Now dead also.

Lisbon: It doesn't say abusive.

Dr.Carmen: [looks at her for a few seconds] But he was. Yes.

Lisbon: This coffee tastes like crap. Seriously.

Jane: What if something bad happened and you're blocking it out?

Lisbon: I didn't kill McTeer.

Jane: Well, let me hypnotize you so we can be sure.

Lisbon: No.

Jane: Why not?

Lisbon: Because I don't want you inside my head.

[Jane has hypnotised Lisbon]

Jane: So you're going down the steps, relaxing with each step, and now you reach the bottom, the very last step, the ultimate place of calm. How are you feeling?

Lisbon: Good.

Jane: Good. You're going to remain in this relaxed trance state while we think about Tuesday night. But first, sometimes you dance to that Spice girls CD, don't you?

Lisbon: Yeah. [She smiles with her eyes closed and does a little jiggle in her chair, as if she's playing the music in her head]

Jane: I thought so. [He grins] Now, Tuesday. You can watch whole day like it's a movie. Every detail is in focus. You can zoom into any moment you want. You can fast forward, rewind. You are in total control. Okay?

Lisbon: Okay.

Jane: Good. What do you see?

Lisbon: I'm finishing up the Form 41s on the Milbank case. I feel... hungry, 'cause I skipped lunch. The new guy in the mail room is hot.

Jane: Is he?

Lisbon: Yeah.

Jane: [looks a bit put out] Let's fast forward a little. Later in the day, you're about to leave CBI.

Lisbon: Van Pelt's working late. She's a hard worker. She might do well, if she manages not to sleep with Rigsby.

Minelli: [talking about Lisbon] You're worried about her. You think she might do something stupid?

Jane: Suicide? No. If she did, she wouldn't blame the bureau.

Minelli: That's not my concern at all!

Grace: So how about you give us a statement; maybe help yourself.

Howard: How 'bout you kiss me. (He leans across the table) You're pretty.

Grace: So are you, [pause, with no change in her facial expression] compared to most state prison inmates.

Jane: Yeah. Well, if they do it, we should do it. A range of casual wear, maybe? Sensible shoes?

Lisbon: I'll get right on that.

Jane: [To himsel] Lisbon loafers.

Xander: I'm a sadist and I bore easily.

Jane: Me, I see a difficult childhood, bad parenting, a lot of torment. But I also see how that suffering gave you great powers of empathy and a strong creative side and those are the qualities you should try and nurture in yourself. Not this brutish character you try to hide behind.

Jane: Oh, it's lovely.

Lisbon: It's a crime scene.

Jane: It's a lovely crime scene.

Jane: Okay, I needed Lucas to see Felicia get arrested, you needed hard evidence to charge Felicia. So...I made it happen.

Lisbon: By making an innocent woman think she was going to prison? As if her life wasn't hard enough already.

Lisbon: Oh, right. Bosco's so in love with me that he'll do whatever I say.

Jane: Yes. Yeah. It's a little farfetched. He does love you. How could he not? But he's not the type to bend his principles over love. So I figure it's something more concrete. You must have something on him.

Lisbon: You think?

Jane: Yes. Something he did wrong. Something very bad that you know about. Now he's not the type to steal or do drugs, so my guess? He hurt someone. He killed him. A bad guy that he couldn't catch any other way.

Lisbon: No.

Jane: Yes and you helped him do it. No. You found out after the fact and you let him off the hook because the bad guy deserved it.

Lisbon: No.

Jane: I'm touched that you would risk your career over me. That means a lot to me.

Lisbon: If you're right, and I'm not saying you are, it would mean I broke the trust of somebody I trust and respect for your sake. If it is true, I would hope in the future you would be a little more mature and responsible in your behavior.

Lisbon: I'd like to come with, if that's all right. I'd like to ask the Westlakes some questions about the dead guy, see if there's a connection.

Bosco: Okay.

Lisbon: [to Cho, Rigsby and Van Pelt] Start digging on the Hangler case. Contact the family and set up an interview.

Bosco: And I'd like to leave Hicks here to work with your team, if that's all right with you.

Lisbon: Okay.

Bosco: Keep 'em honest.

Lisbon: Hey. Care to reframe that, Sam?

Bosco: No. They're Jane's people. They need watching.

Lisbon: I like to think of them as my people.

Bosco: Think what you like. I can't have them trying to pull some cheap stunt behind my back.

Jane: Well we have a whole range of expensive stunts if you don't like the cheap ones.

Bosco: We came in hot because we thought the kidnap victim was there.

Minelli: Mia...somebody?

Bosco: Mia Westlake. Marin County heiress. She was taken a day and half ago. Witness gave us a partial plate on the kidnapper’s car. We dug up an outstanding parking ticket to a car in Oakland. Checked the address. Found there were people inside a house that was supposed to be empty.

Minelli: And he found you there because?

Lisbon: Ah, we got a call from the coroner’s bureau. There was a report of a corpse in a house, but they were short handed. Budget cuts. So they asked us to go and check it out. My team went in the house, the corpse was there but the coroner wasn’t. So we waited.

Meredith: [about the attack against CBI agents] Special Agent Minelli, our condolences. Would you describe your feelings at this terrible time?

Minelli: Wow, Meredith. That's -- you media guys, that's just... You know, for eight years I've put up with the idiotic questions of the media and I've never said squat. But today, I must tell you, Meredith, you've really set a new standard in horse-assery. You people have no concept of what we do. We go into dark, horrible places. Alone and afraid. And we do it with no money, broken-down vehicles, with computers that have more viruses than a $10 whore. How? Good people, and I've lost three good people today and a fourth who is in critical condition, and you ask me how I'm feeling. I'm feeling sad, you moron. Any other questions?

Theresa: You lost a lot of blood. They don't think you're going to make it!

Jane: Personally, I thought she should have gone for it. A little empty glamour would have been good for her. But, no, not our Lisbon.

Lisbon: [After Jane let Walter’s car fall off a cliff. Lisbon gets a phone call] Hey Cho... Oh no... Oh great. No. No, you can handle this one. Just be clear that the CBI is not liable. He is just a consultant.

Mashburn: You're a psychic, aren't you?

Jane: What makes you say that?

Mashburn: You have this charlatan air about you. (Jane smiles and looks at Lisbon who smiles too.)

(After the killer has been caught)

Mashburn: So it's over.

Jane: Yeah, it's over.

Mashburn: That's too bad. It was fun.

Jane: Yeah. How you gonna top that thrill?

Mashburn: Maybe next time I'll be the killer.

Walter Mashburn: You play mind games with people, you size up their weaknesses and then you give them the rope to hang themselves.

Jane: You make it sound so cool.

Lisbon: Okay, I am not jealous and resentful. That is nonsense.

Jane: Yet you recall my exact words. There's no shame in it. I feel that way too sometimes. Why does everyone else get to have a normal life?

Lisbon: My life is fine.

Jane: Normally you rise above such craven emotions but in this case your hands were tied. It's the rules. You're forced to do what your worst self is telling you to do anyway. Hence your tension headache.

Lisbon: I don't... (Jane gives her a look) All right. I do have a headache, but it's a coincidence.

Jane: Nah.

Lisbon: Either I obey the rules or I risk taking big heat for ignoring them. This is on Van Pelt and Rigsby, not me.

Jane: Whatever you say.

Lisbon: Jeff Sparhawk has no alibi.

Jane: You can dispense the cop talk, Lisbon. You can tell me what's bothering you.

Lisbon: Nothing's bothering me.

Jane: Okay.

Lisbon: Nothing is bothering me.

Jane: I understand your position. There's no reason to beat yourself up about it.

Lisbon: What are you talking about?

Jane: Well, that you feel bad about Rigsby and Van Pelt.

Lisbon: No I don't.

Jane: Well, you can't help wondering if there's a hint of jealousy and resentment in your decision.

Lisbon: The boss of Hightower? The director of the entire division. I told you about it last week. Your memory's going.

Jane: My memory is a mighty fortress, Lisbon, from which no fact ever escapes once committed. Now when you tell me boring things, I set them free immediately. It saves overcrowding.

Giselle Dublin: [under tears] Why am I being punished? I'm a good person.

Cho: Yes, Ma'am.

Giselle Dublin: Stop calling me Ma'am. I'm not your grandmother. How old do you think I am anyway?

Cho: [shrugs] 48, 49.

Giselle Dublin starts sobbing and crying all over again.

Jane: You just put your hand on me.

Drew Yost: No. I mean, yes, but --

Jane: Yes. Don't ever do that again.

Yost: Or else what?

Jane: [leans in close] You ever smell a dead mouse? Remember that smell?

Yost: Yes.

Jane: Well, I just now put a dead mouse in your jacket pocket, and no matter how many times you clean that jacket you will always smell that dead mouse, and you will remember that you should never have put your hand on me.

Yost: [feels jacket pocket and immediately removes the jacket] You son of a bitch.

Jane: It's actually just a wadded up napkin, but it has the same psychological effect. The human mind is funny that way.

Jane: Really, I'm impressed. You played me like a fish and you lied to me.

Lisbon: I kind of did, didn't I?

Jane: I'm glad to see you're learning a few things. Of course, now I shall have my revenge.

Lisbon: What did you tell her?

Jane: I was complimenting her on her jacket. It's a vivid color.

Lisbon: Liar.

Jane: You're going to call me a liar?

Lisbon: Oh, I hate you. I do.

Lisbon: You're isolating yourself. You're pulling away from us, from me and the team. You are. You are and it's not good. What's going on?

Jane: Anybody that gets close to me, bad things happen to them.

Lisbon: A: That's not true, and B: Even if that were true, I'm a cop. It's our job to be in harm's way.

Jane: You're not listening to me.

Lisbon: We're family. What you're doing is a kind of betrayal, a surrender, a defeat. You're letting Red John win.

Van Pelt: I lied this morning. I do care that you're seeing someone else. It hurts a little. I mean, it's no biggie. I'll get over it. I want us to be friends. We can get to that point, right? Can't we be just friends?

Cho: [looking over a ransacked motel room] Someone was looking for something.

Rigsby: Thank you, captain obvious.

Cho: Three hours of brooding silence and then sarcasm. It's like we're married.

Lisbon: We're with the CBI. What's going on here?

Deputy: [motions to couple on underside of a bridge] They were up there when we arrived. Gotta tell you, it looks like an attempted assault. He's going to reach her soon. We're going to have to shoot to stop him.

Jane: If you shoot him you'll have two victims. She just went up there to see about jumping. He's trying to save her. Can I use that? [takes bull horn from deputy] Uh, Betsy? If you're going to jump, make sure to dive. Head first.

Deputy: Hey!

Lisbon: Jane.

Jane: From that height you'll just shatter bones and suffer massive internal injuries. Make sure you dive. Head first.

Jane: Was it worth it?

Max Winter: Was what worth it?

Jane: The man that killed your wife no longer exists. The time you took pursuing him, the pain, the sacrifice, was it worth it?

Jane: Judge Fitzwilliam will change her tune once I reveal her daughter's killer, won't she?

Hightower: I don't imagine she will. When are you planning on doing that?

Jane: This very evening.

Hightower: This very night?

Jane: But you have to trust me.

Lisbon: Right, and what if you're wrong again?

Jane: Well, if I'm wrong then we're in deep trouble, but what are the chances, really, of me being wrong twice in a row. Think about that one. Of course, if either of you have a better idea how to find Abby's body and catch her killer, please: these are not taxi doors, they're ears.

Hightower: And she says if you will apologize for the cavalier method in which you disrupted her mother's burial she will not pursue disciplinary action against you, Lisbon or myself.

Jane: Hmm. Tell her Jane says she is a self righteous embittered, old bat and she should thank me.

Hightower: Oh God, Jane, please.

Judge Fitzwilliam: [surprising both Hightower and Jane] You're right, Mr. Jane. I came here for an apology, but I realize now I was wrong to stand on my dignity. I am embittered, and your arrogant, callous, juvenile behavior did reveal the truth after all, so thank you. Thank you very much. Good evening to you.

Jane: Well, that doctor should try it himself sometime. [watches as Lisbon smiles] That was a big smile.

Lisbon: Of course I'm glad you're back. I'm also glad we solved one without you.

Jane: You were kidnapped and delivered to me. That counts as solving one?

Lisbon: Hightower and the team found us.

Jane: But if I hadn't held off Rachel, they would have found us dead in a burned out house.

Lisbon: Oh, you held off Rachel?

Jane: Yes.

Lisbon: Where's my apple?

Jane: Your what?

Lisbon: My apple. I asked you to get me an apple.

Jane: I come through the valley of death and all you can think about is your stomach. A piece of fruit.

Lisbon: That's right.

Jane: An apple.

Lisbon: Yes.

Jane: That's just plain selfish.

Lisbon: Selfish. Me: selfish.

Jane: Yes, it is. You're on my couch. I'm trying to have a cup of tea. Have you finished? You called me creaky. I've been cattle prodded all week. I just want to have a rest and a cup of tea and a little sleep.

Jane: Memory is unreliable because the untrained brain has a crappy filing system. It takes everything that happens to you and throws it all whilly-nilly into a big, dark closet. When you go in there looking for something all you can find are the big obvious things, like when your mom died or stuff you don't really need. Stuff that you're not looking for, like the words to Copacabana. You can't find what you need, but don't panic because it is still there.

Jane: I get it. I've been down. Snitches get stitches.

Nick Monaco: See now, that's a popular misconception. The stitches are for live people.

Jane: Got it.

Rigsby: Wait, there's one more thing: I'm sorry, but I'm not going to be at your wedding.

Rigsby: Hold on. I'm not trying to win you back. You're marrying a good man. That's not gonna change. But neither am I. This whole thing where we pretend we're just friends, it doesn't work. I don't know what will work. But I know one thing: I can't watch you marry another man. You have a good day and a good life.

LaRoche: You're a fascinating man, Patrick. Who knows what you might have achieved in this world, were you not quite so damaged.

Jane: Why are you telling me all of this?

Timothy Carter: Well, I think we have a connection that needs to be honored. I want to say goodbye. I want to apologize for any pain I might have caused you, and I want to release you from this curse you're been under.

Jane: I'm not under a curse.

Carter: Doomed to an endless angry search for vengeance you will never have? I would call that a curse, don't you?

Jane: I look at it as more of a hobby, and I will have that vengeance.

Carter: Vengeance? On what? Look at me. I'm just a regular guy. You thought I'd have horns, huh? Right? I'm not a monster. I'm not the devil. I'm just another human being with flaws, and vices and problems just like anybody else. Forget about me. I'm not worth ruining your life.

Jane: Wherever you go, you delusional freak, I will find you and I will kill you, and then, then I will forget about you.

Rigsby: We're not asking you to, ma'am. We just need you to cooperate.

Linda Tibbs: It doesn't matter what you need! I don't trust you and I'm not going to help!

Van Pelt: If you quit now you're going to miss the best part: payback.

Linda Tibbs: What are you talking about?

Van Pelt: A few months ago I had a fiance. He tried to kill me.

Linda Tibbs: You're lying.

Van Pelt: Look, everybody thought he was the greatest guy, including me. Then he pulled a gun on me.

Linda Tibbs: What did you do?

Van Pelt: I shot him.

Rigsby: Dead.

Cho: [To Tibbs] Hey. How you doing. You're under arrest, for the attempted murder of...everybody.

Wainwright: You know that psychopathy test I gave Tibbs? I figured out why it didn't work. See, it's a rating scale based on observation, so the more time you spend with the subject the more accurately you can then observe their behavioral traits, and guess what I've been doing?

Jane: [smiles] Oh, you haven't.

Wainwright: Glibness and superficial charm. Check.

Jane: You flatter me.

Wainwright: Grandiose sense of self worth. You betcha. Cunning and manipulative. Poor behavior controls. Failure to accept responsibility for actions. So I cross-referenced all of my observations with your history as a thief and conartist and, uh, congratulations, Jane. According to the score you are a clinical psychopath.

Jane: Wow. Well, that certainly explains a lot.

Wainwright: Now I know what I'm dealing with, so I'll adjust accordingly.

Jane: [smiles] As you should.

Lisbon: Everything all right?

Jane: Yeah. I like our new boss. I think we'll work very well together. Would you like some tea?

Jane: He's had a perspective few of us ever get. It's energizing, I'd expect.

Lisbon: Would you want that? To hear what people say about you when you're dead?

Jane: When I am dead they can burn me in effigy or build a statue or forget about me completely. I couldn't care less.

Lisbon: You don't mean that. Everybody wants to be remembered.

Jane: Childish vanity.

Lisbon: I want to be remembered.

Jane: And you shall be; fondly, but you won't care about it because when you're dead you're dead, and until then, [a waiter sets down a hot fudge sundae between them] there's ice cream.

Lisbon: So good.

Pattrick Jane: The truth hurts, I know. It's biologically based actually. Our brains process sound faster than they do light, but light moves faster than sound. So the brain is constantly shifting reality so the world syncs up.

Doc Dugan: What does that have to do with anything?

Patrick Jane: This. Only when someone is standing 30 yards away do we see and hear the world exactly as it is. That's when your brain, sound and light are all in perfect harmony.

Doc Dugan: So?

Patrick Jane: The rest of the time we are living in a world of lies. Lies are what make the world make sense. Ergo, the truth hurts.

Lisbon: We are doing everything we can to find your attacker. You didn't happen to see a face, did you?

Jane: No... Not that I can remember.

Lisbon: What's the last thing you do remember?

Jane: [He makes her come closer.]Are we sleeping together?

Lisbon: Excuse me?! [backs off quickly.]

Jane: Well, you're a cop, that's obvious. But you're not judging me like a suspect, and I can't see any other reason for a police officer to come to my bed side [laughs], unless we're sleeping together.

Lisbon: You don't ... know who I am.

Jane: Please don't take it personnaly, I'm sure you're quite memorable. I just... I've been through a lot, apparently.

Van Pelt: [having sustained a head wound, is talking to a figment of her imagination] Did you love me?

O'Laughlin: Of course I loved you.

Van Pelt: Then why did you try to kill me?

O'Laughlin: I had to make a choice between you and Red John. We all have to make hard choices, Grace, but that doesn't make me evil.

Van Pelt: [scoffs] It kind of does.

O'Laughlin: Grace.

Van Pelt: I was just too stupid to see it.

O'Laughlin: Oh, no. You saw it.

Van Pelt: No, I didn't.

O'Laughlin: Not all of it, but you knew there was something. Something a little dangerous under the nice-guy stuff. You kind of liked it. You can't open your eyes a little bit, Grace. You've got to open them all the way to see the truth of things.

Van Pelt: What are you talking about? Why are you doing this to me?

O'Laughlin: How should I know? I'm just a figment of your imagination.

Van Pelt: Jane, I'm sorry to ask this, but do you ever talk to your wife?

Jane: Yes, sometimes.

Van Pelt: Do you ever see her?

Jane: No. Never.

Van Pelt: If you did see her, would you think you were crazy?

Jane: Craig came to see you, didn't he?

Van Pelt: Yes.

Jane: What did he want?

Van Pelt: I don't know. This will sound really weird, but he kind of saved my life.

Jane: Figuratively speaking, I hope.

Van Pelt: Yes. I mean, he wasn't really there, but --

Jane: Now you can't decide what to do with the necklace he gave you because it reminds you of the past. Maybe try to forget it or you could learn to live with it.

Jane: Wainwright. He has too much time on his hands. [dials a number on his phone] Agent Wainwright. Patrick Jane. Hi, I just wanted to let you know that Agent Lisbon is needed urgently in the field, and as important as your seminar is, she's not going to be able to attend. Okay. Thank you. Bye bye. He said he's fine. See? Simple as that.

Lisbon: Thanks. Did it ever occur to you that I might actually want to go to the meeting.

Erica: Oh yes, that. Would you hate me if I told you I was lying? It’s just these days I don’t get to spend much time alone with charming men.

Patrick: Well, the reason for that - so you don’t kill them.

Erica: We all have our baggage. I’ve been thinking about you a lot over the past few months. I often wonder how things would be had we met under different circumstances.

Patrick: Thinking about what might have been will drive you crazy.

Erica: Much better to think about what will happen in the future.

Patrick: Erica...

Erica: I like you, Patrick. I hope my directness doesn’t make you uncomfortable.

Patrick: I know what you’re doing.

Erica: What am I doing?

Patrick: Seducing me to conceal your true purpose. Which is to escape.

Erica: Am I? Seducing you?

Patrick: No.

Erica: I’m not trying to escape, Patrick. In fact, you don’t actually believe I am.

Patrick: No?

Erica: No. Those agents outside the door aren’t to keep me from escaping. They’re to keep you and I apart. I know you have feelings for me. This whole escape nonsense is just your way of avoiding those feelings.

Patrick: No, actually I'm fairly concerned you might try to escape.

Erica: Then ask yourself this. If those agents weren’t outside the door right now, what would you do? What will you do?

Stiles: Really? I'm told it gives the feeling of great perspective, like waking from a dream.

Van Pelt: It changes you.

Stiles: Did you friends notice?

Van Pelt: A little, but I think it freaks them out.

Stiles: Of course. They don't have the imagination or the vocabulary to converse with you about it. You know, you're like a little bird that fell out of the nest, but you don't need the nest. You need to fly, and that I can teach you.

Stiles: [after having watched the confession of a murderer] Thank you for letting me watch this.

Charlotte: Hello? I'm a figment of your imagination. Show yourself some respect.

Jane: This is what I've missing out? All these years? When you're gonna go to college again?

Charlotte: Look at you, you can't even be real with someone who doesn't even exist. Does anyone know who you are?

Jane: Yes.

Charlotte: Who? Come on, who?

Jane: Lisbon.

[Jane gets into his car to realise Charlotte is there]

Jane: Still here.

Charlotte: You're still tripping.

Jane: It would seem so.

Charlotte: You really shouldn't be driving. And you especially should not be driving an ambulance.

Jane: [looks around to see that he's actually in an ambulance] Well that was some strong tea...[sees Lisbon approaching] Oh-oh.

Lisbon: Now you're stealing an ambulance!

Jane: No! I'm just admiring the interior. Wicked GPS. How much you think one of these rigs goes for?

Lisbon: You need bed rest!

Jane: I need to go back to the crime scene.

Charlotte: What's her story? She have a boyfriend?

Jane: Be quiet.

Lisbon: I didn't say anything.

Jane: I was talking to the hallucination.

Lisbon: In bed. Now.

Jane: When I was in the victim's kitchen I made a break through in the case. At least I thought I did. That's about when the wacky tea kicked in.

Lisbon: Fine, I will have Van Pelt come down here with crime scene photos.

Jane: Not the same, I have to be there. Hallucinations are part of the subconscious, mine could be clues.

Lisbon: We'll go when you're lucid!

Jane: When I'm lucid I could forget everything. But right now, let me tell you, right now my visions are very very real.

Lisbon: In other words, you wanna use drugs to solve a case.

Jane: Some great minds did their best work on hallucinogens.

Lisbon: Now you have a great mind?

Charlotte: Uhuh! I like her!

Jane: Oh you're funny. Double act, huh?

Lisbon: Jane, you're scaring me.

Jane: Teresa, you can call me Patrick. Drugs is not the path I would choose, but it's been chosen for me, so I must stay the course. Please, I implore you, take me back to the crime scene.

Jane: Last thing I remember was admiring this beautiful butterfly right here.

Lisbon: Real or imagine?

Jane: Real, I think. Then I heard a bang in that pot there on the stove.

Lisbon: What was in the pot?

Jane: A rabbit.

Lisbon: Like that rabbit?

Jane: Yeah, just like that. But my rabbit was real with a diamond necklace.

Lisbon: That is some hallucinogen.

Charlotte: She's kinda cute. Have you guys ever..?

Jane: You be quiet.

Charlotte: I liked the other workshop better.

Jane: Shh.

Charlotte: This is dull. Why do you work for the CBI anyway?

Jane: You know why. To catch Red John.

Charlotte: Okay. Whatever.

Jane: What does that mean? "Okay. Whatever."?

Charlotte: Well to be honest your obsession is a little creepy and weird, you know.

Jane: What? I do it all for you. And your mom.

Charlotte: Yeah. I hate to be the one who breaks it to you dad, but... there's nothing that you can do for us. We don't give a damn what happens to Red John. I mean, we're dead. Gone. You need to start dealing with that.

Jane: I deal with that every day.

Charlotte: Maybe that's the problem.

Jane: Hang on, where are you going?

Charlotte: Hello? I'm practically a grown woman, I don't need to tell you where I'm going.

Jane: Well, he robbed the bank alright, but he was telling the truth when he said he didn't need to shoot anyone. Why would he do that? It's sloppy, not his style.

Lisbon: Jane, I need more than that.

Jane: Remember the safe deposit vault was open during the robbery? I just assumed that someone took something from there, but I got it all backwards. They didn't get anything, they put something in there.

Lisbon: What?

Jane: You really want me to tell you? It's gonna ruin the surprise.

Lisbon: Yes, I don't like surprises.

Jane: Three guesses then. I'll give you a hint? It's not animal, or vegetable.

Jane: You know, these shoes are actually quite comfortable. They're growing on me.

Jane: Okay, I'll go to the news station with you, get you started and then you're on your own, alright?

Lisbon: I am not in the sixth grade, that doesn't work on me!

Jane: I can't promise I'll always be around to help you Teresa. There will come a time when you might have to do this on your own. And I want you to be prepared.

Lisbon: I am prepared to punch you in the face, all on my own.

Kasmir: [to Jane and Lisbon] You guys are great! Tough, good looking, sincere. Let's put you on the air, ask the public for information, you know bla, bla, bla.

Jane: Show Volker this sketch and watch his face.

Lisbon: I know what to do.

Jane: I know you do. You go girl!

Lisbon: You're doing what?!

Jane: I'm going on the air!

Lisbon: Give him some lipstick and some blush.

Lisbon: Volker is not going to get away with this. I'm gonna get him. If not for the murder, then for whatever Amanda Shaw can give me. Tax evasion, fraud, unpaid parking tickets. I'm gonna bring in Amanda and lean on her.

Jane: Look at you! So tough! I'm getting goosebumps. Rawr.

Volker: She left a suicide note, you know? Via e-mail.

Lisbon: You will not get away with this. I promise.

Volker: You have no idea what's happening at all, do you? Enjoy your job while you still have it Teresa.

Jane: Lisbon, you're distracted and you have an eager gleam in your eye. Either you have a breakthrough in the Volker case or you're in love! Which is it?

Lisbon: I got judge Davis to sign the warrant and Van Pelt should be getting Volker's records momentarily.

Jane: I was hoping it was love. You deserve happiness, but I'm glad for you anyway.

Jane: Mmh... Yeah well, let's leave God out of it, shall we?

Volker: Agent Lisbon.

Lisbon: What do you want Mr. Volker?

Volker: Brass tacks. I like that. As I’m sure you’re aware, I run a very successful business worth billions of dollars. You wanna know my secret? Transparency. Honesty. Open lines of communication. It’s the way I do business.

Lisbon: What's your point?

Volker: If you wanted my financial records, all you had to do was ask for them. I got nothing to hide. You found nothing, right?

Lisbon: Why? Is there something you're worried about?

Volker: Next time... just ask. You look good. You've been working out.

Lisbon: Get out of my office.

Volker: Have a lovely day, Agent Lisbon.

Jane: Hey Cho, you're freaking out the guests. Just relax with the copness.

Cho: I'm relaxed.

Lisbon: I’ve got a hit on Volker. I think I found his enforcer. He’s a guy named Charles Milk. I’m waiting to get a warrant on his residence.

Jane: Bravo.

Lisbon: There’s no way this guy is as smart or as careful as Volker. I can turn him.

Jane: Excellent police work, Lisbon. I admire your pluck.

Lisbon: I hear a “but”.

Jane: No “but”. I’m just a little worried that he’s inside your head. And believe me, that’s not a good road to go down. Bad neighborhood.

Lisbon: I think you can understand, I don’t really have a choice.

Jane: Well, yeah, I can certainly understand that. I just… I-I want you to be careful.

Lisbon: He may be powerful, but he is not invincible. And he’s not in my head.

Jane: I hope not. If you need my help, let me know.

Lisbon: No thanks. This one's mine.

Judge Manchester: Sometimes you are childishly naive Teresa.

Lisbon: That might be so, but which side would you rather be on? Childish naivete, or defeated cynicism?

Lisbon: He gave us his DNA just like you said he would. He's behind us Jane, I know it.

Jane: But?

Lisbon: When the Grand Jury investigation was dropped Volker's lawyer had all the evidence in court document sealed from the case, including Jones' deposition. I think there's something in there that Volker doesn't want us to know, I just can't get my hands on it.

Jane: Well why can't you?

Lisbon: They're sealed documents, Jane. It's against the law.

Jane: Well if you wanna get Volker you can't let that stop you.

Lisbon: What do you suggest?

Jane: Ardiles is the deputy D.A., he's gonna have a deposition.

Lisbon: Ardiles is not gonna stick his neck out for me.

Jane: Well of course not, he's a smart lawyer. You have to get something on him that will make him help you.

Lisbon: Blackmail the deputy D.A.?

Jane: Sure, why not.

Lisbon: How can I get dirt on Ardiles?

Jane: Ask yourself this: who makes it their business to know everyone else's?

Lisbon: Hey. Any luck finding the kid?

Jane: We give his name and photo to local police and the FBI department of missing persons. It's just like finding a needle in a stack of needles.

Lisbon: I heard you talked to his mother.

Jane: Yes. She thinks the worst. Hard not to agree with her. What about you? Burning the midnight oil, I see.

Lisbon: There's gotta be something here.

Jane: Mmh.

Lisbon: Jane, Amanda Shaw was my witness. I gave her my word that I'd protect her, and Volker had her killed.

Jane: Certainly. Well that was impressive. Not only are you a super successful businessman, but you're quite the vivid story teller. For a moment there I was splashing around in that puddle with Spike growing some gills.

Volker: Is there something you needed?

Jane: Need? No. I just want to meet you when I have the chance.

Volker: Are you going somewhere?

Jane: No. But you are. After your arrest things are bound to get a little hectic and I probably wanted to have to chance to introduce myself so here I am.

Volker: Very droll. But you and I both know that I'm not going to be arrested.

Jane: You sure about that?

Volker: I'm looking for agent Lisbon.

Cho: Boss.

Lisbon: What are you doing here?

Volker: Such hostility. And here I thought we were mending fences.

Lisbon: Answer the question.

Volker: I came to ask you to drop this ridiculous investigation. I hate to see an officer of the law humiliated like this.

Lisbon: Cho, will you show Mr. Volker outta here?

Cho: Gladly.

Volker: Came to offer your best interest.

Jane: No you're not. You want us to think that you're gloating, but you're not. You're afraid.

Volker: Afraid? This certainly is a strange way to showing it.

Jane: I can see right through you. We were close searching your offices like that. Too close. You want us to think that you're in control, that you're untouchable, but you're not. You're afraid of us. And you should be.

Lisbon: You think you're so mysterious. I know what you're doing in there.

Jane: Oh really? What?

Lisbon: You're making a list trying to figure out who it is that you've met who is Red John.

Jane: Not just met, shaken hands with.

Lisbon: How many people are in that list anyway?

Jane: A lot.

Rigsby: Ladies and gentlemen, ten years ago Teresa Lisbon left the San Francisco police department to join the California Bureau of Investigation. Today she is without doubt the rootinest, tootinest, sharp-shootinest cop in the whole state of California. Happy anniversary boss.

Lisbon: Good morning. Thank you for the party, it was very thoughtful.

Lisbon: Now you're really lying! ...I will make this very simple. I will not be a part of this and neither will you if you want to remain on the team.

Jane: An ultimatum? Someone is playing a little too much poker... I confess. I may have some feelings, but if I have crossed any lines it is not because I like her. I will do anything I can to get to Red John, but you have known that since the start.

Bertram: When it comes to Lorelai Martins I don't think Jane can be trusted.

Lisbon: I don't know if that's true.

Bertram: He's admitted to a sexual relationship with her. Then Martins kidnaps him and they spend days alone together. Don't you ever wonder what went on between them?

Lisbon: ...

Lisbon: You're not coming.

Jane: Yes I am.

Lisbon: Jane, listen. I know you wanna be a part of this, but I need you to stay here.

Rigsby: Go ahead. Say it. Now you're supposed to say "say what?". And I say "you think I'm an idiot for buying Van Pelt that orchid". You know what? I'm glad I did. Cause now the ball's in her court. I'm gonna be so zen about this. The move's hers. I'm gonna be the reed that bends in the breeze.

Cho: You're still in love with her. But instead of telling her, you bought her a plant.

Rigsby: That's pretty zen though, right?

Jane: Beautiful orchid, Grace. Well chosen, Rigsby.

Cho: You're gonna touch all of them?

Rigsby: Haven't touched that one. I'm looking for poppy.

Cho: Lisbon took it. If you want poppy, grab the everything bagel.

Rigsby: Yeah, but it has all the other stuff on it. Like those onion scrubs, I mean what are the point of those?

Lisbon: Van Pelt and Rigsby can handle it. I'll go to the radio station with you.

Jane: Ah, that's because you're fan!

Lisbon: I am not! I just think he's a viable lead.

Jane: It's alright Lisbon. We all have our guilty pleasures.

Lisbon: Hi, we need to speak with Buddy Hennings.

Secretary: If you want to be on the show, you have to fill out this form and take it to couple's intake.

Lisbon: Oh, we're not a couple. Please.

Jane: What she means is ours is more of a platonic love.

Jane: I have a very exciting assignment for you, Grace.

Van Pelt: You do? Cool, what is it?

Jane: These are for you. Try them on.

Lisbon: Nothing for me?

Jane: Trust me, you wouldn't like them.

Jane: Your brow is furrowed and you have that squinty look in your eye. You want to talk to me about the whole foot fetish thing that the catholic school girl in you tells you it's not necessarily appropriate.

Lisbon: You're right. I don't get it. I can't wrap my head around it.

Jane: I mean, "fetish" is a strong word, but everyone has that thing. It's just human nature.

Lisbon: I don't.

Jane: Oh come on Lisbon. Don't deny yourself that freedom. There's definitely something out there that works for you, something that flips your switch. Like turtlenecks.

Barlow: Oh, I was far away, communing with the spirits. Where were you? Let me see. Lying in bed, thinking of Patrick. You're a little in love with him, eh? But he's so secretive and controlling. That's hard, isn't it?

Barlow: Red John. Any punk killer who wants to fool with you can paint a smiley face on the wall. "Ooh, it's Red John"

Jane: It was Red John.

Barlow: Red John has your mind completely messed up. You see him every place you look. You think you're getting closer, but he is just playing with you.

Jane: We'll see.

Barlow: Has it never occurred to you to ask exactly how Red John is always one step ahead of you? How is it he seems to read your mind?